Fallin', fallin', fallin', we ain't fallin' for the sneak
Hear a lot of talking but they jocking for the reach
Never switch up on the low, never hit you in your face
Hit you in your face, never hit you in your face

Nah, I never been a fan of the wackness
Been around the world with a map and an atlas
All the mumble rap is a massive distraction
You ain't Sway you ain't have all the answers, nah
Everything I see you do is run of the mill
But fuck it you feelin' I'm killin' like I'm Buffalo Bill
Been through the thunder and hell, I got my act together
So I dare you to name somebody that's rappin' better
I betcha won't, 'til you can't, 'til you should, but you couldn't
'Cause I'm dope, I'm the man, got the kush in my hoodie
Got a scope and a lens and a busload of bullets
With my finger on the trigger I can push 'til I pull it
I came outta my mom with a mic attached
It's like I siphon gas and then I write these raps
And all these other cats bite like a Tyson match
But you can find me on the web like Spiderman
I'm comin' to kill em, these motherfuckas suck, I'm the realest
The whole freshman cover is number one on my hit-list
And you get punched in the grill, 'cause I run it like fitness
I see your girl front row tryin' to suck on my dick
I said no
They pump us up they used to try and punk us out
My team is dressed for a funeral we don't fuck around

Somebody's fallin', fallin', fallin', we ain't fallin' for the sneak
Hear a lot of talking but they jocking for the reach
Never switch up on the low, never hit you in your face
Hit you in your face, never hit you in your face

They pump us up (they gon' pump us up)
They pump us up (get them numbers up now)
They pump us up (they gon' pump us up)
They pump us up (get them numbers up now)

Why they wanna see me in the dirt, wanna see me fail? (see me fail)
Once they hear the work we gon' see the sale (see the sale)
Watch 'em, watch em' change like chameleon (like chameleon)
Pump the brakes, y'all fuckin' fake don't wanna see me win

I be the general with the flow
I used to be minimal with the dough
They be jealous, subliminal
When they all on my genitals
When I flip it and hella reppin' the MO
Now they know when really ready to blow
And I look at the women havin' the glow
But in the very beginning
They never thought of me winning
We see the haters be grinning within' my show
I was walkin' up a hill in C mid boost
Coughin' up the real and grievance juice
Lookin' at suicide
Stupidity, you decide
Fakin' it wasn't the way 'cause he went truth
Tecca beat 'em down, pound for pound
Winnin' 'em all over, town by town
The clown with sound was down, but found
Now the Nina's well renowned and crowned
I was forbidden, yeah
Had a rough time gettin' there
But instead of wishin' a nigga was grittin'
So now I'm spittin', yeah
Now they all wanna listen here
Not a whole lotta hissin' there
They wanna hold a nigga back
And I put the gun up on a track
I'ma kill it when on a mission, yeah

Somebody's fallin', fallin', fallin', we ain't fallin' for the sneak
Hear a lot of talking but they jocking for the reach
Never switch up on the low, never hit you in your face
Hit you in your face, never hit you in your face

They pump us up (they gon' pump us up)
They pump us up (get them numbers up now)
They pump us up (they gon' pump us up)
They pump us up (get them numbers up now)

Why they wanna see me in the dirt, wanna see me fail?
Once they hear the work we gon' see the sale
Watch 'em, watch 'em change like chameleon
Pump the brakes, y'all fuckin' fake don't wanna see me win

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Cole Corbett Stevenson, Stephen Ross Mcgruther, Timothy Mason Gerchikov